Glittery .
Shimmer
Sparkles my darling.
At 21 the first glimpse caused a sheik.
At 33, a glimpse down there … no one tells you about that.
The plucking, the boxed colour, the trips to the salon, the parting the hair the other way, the waxing, the streaking.
The acceptance.
The wisdom.
The stripes for the time served and lessons learned.
The stories.
The laughter.
The tears.
The memories.
The fears.
The acceptance.
The wisdom.
The stripes for the time served and lessons learned.
The hurts and the lovers.
The warm cups of teas and the whiskey’s by the fire.
The dancing nights and the stories told.
The lovers loved and the lovers missed.
The arguments had and the words unspoken.
The tears shed at the bottom of the shower.
The acceptance.
The wisdom.
The stripes for the time served and lessons learned.
The cakes baked for the bake sale.
The football training drop offs and the working on the laptop from the carpark.
The sunrises seen for all night drinking, crying babies and university deadlines.
The acceptance.
The wisdom.
The stripes for the time served and lessons learned.
The crazy mop of mollycoddle mixology of auburn, brassy washed out, blue rinsed yellowish greys is transforming.
Waves of white flowing locks draping across my shoulder and down my back are born truth one day in the future, and until then.
The acceptance.
The wisdom.
The stripes for the time served and lessons learned.
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